Fang De sneered, Lin Feng's thick-skinned attitude displeased him.
"Fang De, you talk too much!"
Bu Zheng looked at Fang De, frowned slightly, and reprimanded him.
No matter what grade of demon spirit is refined, Lin Feng earned this opportunity through his own strength, wasting it or not is Lin Feng's right, others can't deprive him of it.
Besides, Bu Zheng always felt that Lin Feng wasn't that simple.
Could someone who can play the whole nation, including the Juxing Club, for a fool be a simple character?
Maybe, he has his own plan.
Facing the somewhat angry Bu Zheng, Fang De had some scruples, shook his head, and said no more.
